peek-a-boo

I am here
I am not here
have I disappeared?
peek-a-boo
catch me if you can
picture perfect,
at first glance
yet truth be told,
can barely stand
the way you think I’m fine
must be a thousand times
and over, blind
find me if you can
hiding, bruised, black and blue
peek-a-boo
and right on cue,
I’ll disappear

How Soon Is Now? by The Smiths. A classic. Thought it fit the poem.

It’s a 3-day weekend! This time last year, I was planning a great escape. I can hardly believe it’s been nearly a year. So much has happened since then. Simply, it has been hard. Grateful for my friends who’ve stood close by. Enjoy the weekend!